On the misty path to nowhere,

We all trudge along alone,

Hoping to see the light fade in,

And lead us towards our home.

On the misty path to nowhere,

We are forced to think,

What is the meaning who are we really,

What connects us, what’s the link.

On the misty path to nowhere,

It’s finally your time,

A new road forms, you follow along,

You begin the treacherous climb.

On the misty path to nowhe...

Romeo and Juliet,

The perfect love story,

Eyes meet, hands touch,

If only the end was less gory.

I dream each night,

As I curl in my bed,

Of their two sorry fates,

The lovers who ended up dead.

But I know they’re not real,

It’s all just a play,

But ‘O, I am fortunes fool!’

And I’ll dream of them anyway....

Don’t stop swinging,

Mum will say it’s time to go,

So hold on tight and shut your eyes,

Or else she might say no.

Your heart begins to flutter,

As the saddest part of the day,

Is when she calls from the bench,

‘Only five minutes left of play.’

Now you sit on that swing,

Your hair flowing behind,

You’re all alone, just you and your head,

And there’s no one there to call time.

So you sit on that ...

Our hearts are made of stardust,

But stars are fragile too,

It’s constant beating and repeating relies not on me but you.

My heart can’t handle the heat,

And as stars eventually die,

When you leave me, as I know you will, I’ll say my last goodbye....

An old book, water stained from a bath, crayon marks along the pages from careless hands, spine cracked and pages crinkled. The imperfections were beautiful, treasured, funny, perfect in their own way. The book tells many stories.

Now, new books, pristine, pages straight as if they’d never been read, spine cautiously maintained, cover glossy and unmarked, hands are always washed before reading. T...

To all the poets,

I know who you are,

Hiding behind titles and pages and scars,

Wondering if you’ll ever see the day,

When someone picks up a pen and prevents your decay.

So here’s to you,

Masters of words,

Who twist letters and limericks around fingers and curl

Up in your bed each night before sleep

And hope that one day you will feel complete....

Dear Pillow Case Face,

Pillow case face,

Tears or rain,

You try to hold the facade down,

Try to prevent the disgrace.

Pillow case face,

Foe or friend,

You fooled us once more,

With your tricks, you leave no trace.

Pillow case face,

Dying inside,

Carrying all that weight,

For no one gave you an embrace.

Pillow case face,

Who are you really?

Not as fluffy as you seem,

Your just trying to not to ...

Little tool dresses,

Pink shoes, hair in a bow,

Ballet, picture books, milk teeth,

Magic.

Rain pours down my cheek,

No umbrella held above my head,

I have to hold it for myself, if I’d remembered.

Licking chapped lips, teeth chatter,

Black coat flutters in the wind.

Crawling into bed, no longer a chore,

Now a welcome rest from the chains of existence.

Eyes flutter closed, mascara under eyes,

Sch...

Hands pressed against the window,

Splatter of rain on my sunken eyes,

Breathless, waiting for the slam that would never come.

Rain water gathered at my shoes, pooling at my dirty soles, burnt socks and bruised ankles,

Milk teeth memories rushing back with the whir of the storm, I drink them up.

I try to grasp at this water,

Scoop with my blistered hands and splintered nails, trying to return th...

As a child I often walked through the evergreen wood, with trees and rocks and moss and flowers that grew into the sky. I would sit on the stumps of trees, by mole hills and fox holes and birds nests and just think about the beauty of the world. How the sky seems to caress the oozing mud and how the clouds would comfort the sun as they float by, softening its harsh gaze. The world was full of wond...